Oh darling, I claim responsibility.
Thought it was one of those silly things T was through with believing
But also true, I blame this awful fate on you
You're so young and so far, what fools we are
But there will always be roads between our homes
And there's an unbroken line from your door to mine
And I said, "Oh darling, I barely know a single thing that I'm sure is true about you, oh what will we do?"
And she said, "Oh baby, now that don't really change a thing 'cause it feels an awful lot like love, ain't that enough?"
Well, oh darling, I've got an ugly selfish streak
But I'm trying so damn hard to be what you believe
There will always be roads between our homes
And there's an unbroken line across four hundred miles and two state lines
There will always be roads between our homes
And there's an unbroken line from your door to mine